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And Now Time For An American Protest Song

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"We Can't Make it Here"

Lyrics

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign

Sitting there by the left turn line

Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze

One leg missing, both hands free

No one's paying much mind to him

The V.A. budget's stretched so thin

And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war

We can't make it here anymore

That big ol' building was the textile mill

It fed our kids and it paid our bills

But they turned us out and they closed the doors

We can't make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock

They're just gonna set there till they rot

'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack

Just busted concrete and rusted tracks

Empty storefronts around the square

There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere

You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score

We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow

The tip jar's light and the register's low

The bartender don't have much to say

The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards

Some are working two jobs and living in cars

Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink

If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO

See how far 5.15 an hour will go

Take a part time job at one of your stores

Bet you can't make it here anymore

High school girl with a bourgeois dream

Just like the pictures in the magazine

She found on the floor of the laundromat

A woman with kids can forget all that

If she comes up pregnant what'll she do

Forget the career, forget about school

Can she live on faith? live on hope?

High on Jesus or hooked on dope

When it's way too late to just say no

You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store

Just like the ones we made before

'Cept this one came from Singapore

I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin

Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in

Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today

No I hate the men sent the jobs away

I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams

All lily white and squeaky clean

They've never known want, they'll never know need

Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed

Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war

And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food

Will die for oil

Will kill for power and to us the spoils

The billionaires get to pay less tax

The working poor get to fall through the cracks

Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake

Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes

They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps

If they can't make it here anymore

And that's how it is

That's what we got

If the president wants to admit it or not

You can read it in the paper

Read it on the wall

Hear it on the wind

If you're listening at all

Get out of that limo

Look us in the eye

Call us on the cell phone

Tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio

Or Portland, Maine

Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains

That's done closed down along with the school

And the hospital and the swimming pool

Dust devils dance in the noonday heat

There's rats in the alley

And trash in the street

Gang graffiti on a boxcar door

We can't make it here anymore

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Good but let's not forget this country:

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines

Of this once proud nation

Can you sense the fear and the hatred

Growing in the hearts of it’s population

And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced

By the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information

The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Open your eyes, open your imagination

We’re being sedated by the gasoline fumes

And hypnotised by the satellites

Into believing what is good and what is right

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon

Or lost in the prisons of religion

But can you still walk back to happiness

When you’ve nowhere left to run?

Andif they send in the special police

To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace

Then won’t the words sit ill upon their tongues

When they tell us justice is being done

And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

and ...

Beneath the old iron bridges

Across the victorian parks

And all the frightened people running home before dark

Past the Saturday morning cinema

Lies crumbling to the ground

And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town

I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city

As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter

Of long shadows and high hopes

Here comes another winter

Waiting for utopia

Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the land where nothing changes

The land of red buses

And blue blooded babies

This is the place where pensioners are raped

And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state

Let the poor drink the milk

While the rich eat the honey

Let the bums count their blessings

While they count the money

So many people can't express what's on their minds

Nobody knows them

Nobody ever will

Until their backs are broken

Their dreams are stolen

And they can't get what they want

Then they're gonna get angry

Well it ain't written in the papers

But its written on the walls

The way this country's divided to fall

So the cranes are moving on the skyline

Trying to knock down this town

But the stains on the heartland

Can never be removed

From this country that's sick, sad, and confused

Here comes another winter

Of long shadows and high hopes

Here comes another winter

Waiting for utopia

Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the 51st state of the USA (Repeating)

The ammunition's being passed

And the Lord's been praised

But the wars on the televisions will never be explained

All the bankers gettin sweaty beneath their white collars

As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar

This is the 51st state of the USA

(Repeat and fade)

(Beaten Generation and Heartland - The The)

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How about Bob Dylans Union Sundown

Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore,

My flashlight's from Taiwan,

My tablecloth's from Malaysia,

My belt buckle's from the Amazon.

You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines

And the car I drive is a Chevrolet,

It was put together down in Argentina

By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way.

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong

And the pearls are from Japan.

Well, the dog collar's from India

And the flower pot's from Pakistan.

All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"

Where a woman, she slaved for sure

Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve,

You know, that's a lot of money to her.

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way.

Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work.

I say, "Why you say that for

When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"

They don't make nothin' here no more,

You know, capitalism is above the law.

It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."

When it costs too much to build it at home

You just build it cheaper someplace else.

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way.

Well, the job that you used to have,

They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador.

The unions are big business, friend,

And they're goin' out like a dinosaur.

They used to grow food in Kansas

Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.

I can see the day coming when even your home garden

Is gonna be against the law.

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way.

Democracy don't rule the world,

You'd better get that in your head.

This world is ruled by violence

But I guess that's better left unsaid.

From Broadway to the Milky Way,

That's a lot of territory indeed

And a man's gonna do what he has to do

When he's got a hungry mouth to feed.

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way.

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  • 301 Brexit, House prices and Summer 2020

    1. 1. Including the effects Brexit, where do you think average UK house prices will be relative to now in June 2020?


      • down 5% +
      • down 2.5%
      • Even
      • up 2.5%
      • up 5%



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